The first snow in the late autumn arrived unexpectedly in the quiet night.
Fluffy snow fell on the earth, landing on the cherry blossom buds that sat on the tips of the bare branches. The colored tiles on the palace roof were dusted with snow. Changan gave off a different poetic vibe.
The White Jade Square that laid before the majestic Taiji Palace was silent.
The night sky had a dark to light gradient, similar to the fading black ink on rice paper as the brush continued its stroke.
The boy in green raised his head to enjoy the first snowfall, a bright grin on his face.
He had the entire world's eyes on him at that moment.
Everyone was speechless. The final battle had ended without bloodshed. Instead, people felt comforted and refreshed after watching the match.
It was more like a dance than a fight.
Especially when Fang Lang tore apart Jiang Linglong's veil, her extraordinary beauty dulled the stars.